DEPILATORY DAYS

There are days,

depending upon how I live them,

that feel like nurse Ratchet’s

on the rampage and pulling

bandages from my chest:

grip, rip, tear.

Hair shorn from the body.

The sound that goes with it.

I want to live my days

in a depilatory way –

so that whatever adheres itself to me

that doesn't serve me
comes off

slowly, cleanly, gently,

leaving me bare

in the silence 
listening.